Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.